Chapter 6

Fatima's point of view:

After putting prepare; I joined Hélène in the kitchen to make pancakes; a few minutes later everything was ready. I gave Hélène a kiss and then left. The driver was outside waiting for me. I got into the car and got comfortable in the back. Trees, houses, cars…. All paraded in front of me.

After minutes of driving we finally arrive in front of a magnificent building whose company name was SOUMAR entreprise.

What is beautiful?

The driver got out of the car and opened the door for me. At the entrance there was a large aquarium. It was magnificent.

I took the elevator up to the second floor. I see a secretary in the middle of the room.

-Hello Madam

She stared at me before answering.

-Hello

-I'm looking for Mr. Amar please

-You have an appointment

-No actually I came to bring him his breakfast

-Ah you then his bonniche, With a mocking laugh

-Yes

-What's your name ?

-Fatima

- Wait, I'll call him first.

She gave a call 《Hello sir there is a certain Fatima asking after you》 with such a soft voice, she nodded and hung up.

-You can go, his office is at the end of the corridor

-Thank you

I follow the secretary's directions; and I walk towards the direction of his office. Arriving at the door I knock on the door before entering. Then I entered.

Wow his office is so big; there was a large picture of him hanging all along the wall.

He was sitting cross-legged at his desk.

He was looking at me strangely, I was very embarrassed. He was still mad at me. You could see the anger on his face. But he was more and more handsome.

-Hello sir

He took more than three minutes before answering me.

-Hello

-I brought you your breakfast; I put it on the table

-I'm not hungry

-But how come you weren't hungry, but you didn't eat anything

He did not answer me he played with his pen. I unpack the basket to feed him.

-Here I have prepared your pancakes; what you like the most.

-I would eat on one condition

-Which ?

-Give me to eat with your own hands.

-But....

-If you want me to eat you know what to do

I walk over to him, pull up the chair to sit down. I gave him the pancakes first, he ate with gusto. He kept looking at me.

-Hum it's very good

-Thank you

I was sweating as he looked at me and my fingers touched his mouth. I felt he was coming closer and closer to me. I decide to get up.

-Do you want milk

He stood up abruptly and approached me

-Why are you running away from me?

-What do you mean ?

-I look like a monster

-No

Suddenly he kissed me languidly. He stroked my hair; I felt a hand run down my body.

He was above. I wanted so badly to quit but I was at his mercy. I decide to push it back before it goes any further.

-Stop it's good

-Please I want you, your body, you're driving me crazy. I wanted you a long time ago; please Fatima

-No I don't want to lose the only thing that is precious to me

-It would mean that you are a virgin

-I can't do that; I have suffered too much

My tears were falling more and more.

- Suffered from what?

-Of my life ; I wouldn't want to lose my virginity; I don't want to spoil my reputation either

I run in the direction of the door to leave. I wasn't looking behind me, I just wanted to get out.

Mohamed's point of view:

I'm just a jerk. How could I have done this. I couldn't control myself so much she was beautiful, I didn't know she was a virgin. It is rare to see it these days with the new generation. Even at the age of twelve, we get deviated easily. Even my sisters are not virgins.

I was thinking about my act, when I turned my head around, it was no longer there. I decide to look in the bathroom but it was nowhere. I leave my office to look for her. I decide to ask the secretary for some information.

-Tell me you wouldn't have seen a young girl

-The one who had just entered your office

-Yes

-She just left, crying is everything ok sir

I ran to the elevator to get down and get her.

After a few minutes spent in the elevator I get out and I see him getting into the car.

I ran faster and ordered the driver to stop the car.

She goes through the other door; she stopped a cab and got on. She was faster than me. When I left the street she was very far away.

What if she didn't have the money to pay for?

I take the keys to my car from the driver's hands to chase after her.

A gray car separate me from the taxi. I thought it was weird that the taxi hadn't headed for the house.

Where could Fatima go?

After three hours on the road. The taxi finally stopped. A man in his thirties came downstairs, he was bald with dark glasses. Dressed in traditional attire.

When I saw that he pulled Fatima's hair to bring her down.

I jump out of the car, open the door very quickly.

I am fast approaching them.

He kept saying

“You dare tell me that you don't have the money to pay me; then you will suffer the consequences》

I decide to intervene before it's too late.

-How dare you treat an innocent young girl like that

-Innocent you say she's just a thief

-How dare you be treated as a Thief

-But what am I meddling with?

-We will fix things tell me how much she owes you and I will pay

-Ah you are very generous; it will be for 3000 FCFA

-Hold and keep change

-Ah thank you

He got into his cab and left.

I approach Fatima to pick her up; I take off my jacket to cover it. She continued to cry. I opened the door and made it comfortable. I fastened his belt.

During the road, a total silence reigned, she had bowed her head the whole way. I couldn't express myself.

We arrived at 5:15 pm Helene was in front of the door worried. I thought maybe it was my fault. The fact that she left my office.

Helene opens the door to Fatima; she leans in with lots of questions.

What happened my daughter I was worried about ?

Fatima's point of view:

I get out of the car and go to my room, leaving Mohamed and Helene behind me. I didn't have the courage to answer his questions. I throw myself on the bed to cry.

I couldn't even express what I was feeling. I was sick ; why did his kinds of things only happen to me?

How much longer was going to suffer.

I felt a hand shaking my shoulder, I got up and saw Sarah next to me, she looked very worried. She hugged me. But tears continued to shed.

-Why are you crying ?

I straightened up and pretended I hadn't heard a thing.

But she insisted she repeated the same question more than three times; I was sick of hearing the same question from you so I decided to answer it.

I explained to him everything that had happened, Mohamed's behavior, my running away and the story of the Taxi driver.

Sarah stood up abruptly

-How could you do that?

-What did I do

-How could you respond to his lowering?

-I don't know what got into me

-You shouldn't even approach him you're naive

-Can I know why you are angry?

-How can you do that; no but you disgust me

-hey calm down Sarah; I do not give you the right to speak to me in this tone

She left, slamming the door. It was the first time that I had seen her like this. She was very upset.

Why when I told her about my lowering with Mohamed, she suddenly changed her behavior?

Why ?

But why ?

I thought only one thing and if she had feelings for Mohamed, which would explain her behavior towards me.

Would she be jealous?

Would Sarah be in love with her boss?

Sarah's point of view

How could she have done this?

How could she be so naive?

She is so beautiful ; she has the perfect body anyone would dream of in her life.

I was so good with her, I was so happy to be able to chat with her; it's really great to chat with a person like her. She looks smart!

She is a girl that I have just met and that I really appreciate, she has an incredible open-mindedness.

I wish she was my friend, I would be jealous if someone else came near, so much so that I was a possessive girl.

I hope that we will have the time to get to know each other better and thus be able to create a sincere and solid friendship.

It hurts me that she responded to her boss's demeanor. Because I don't want anyone to hurt him, it's always like that with rich people like Mr Amar, he likes to take advantage of their employer. Who are however vulnerable.

No, I'm not crazy, I'm afraid she'll hate me when I tell her to watch out for her boss.

I don't want her to suffer. I suffer every day when I think back to everything that happened to me in the past. I don't want her to go through the same thing as me.

I want to protect her, even though I know I'm going to lose my job.

My admiration for her begins to grow deep.

I would do my best to protect her, as she is quite young and a bit naive.

I would give anything so that she could open her eyes to the real reality.

Helene's point of view :

Mohamed finally told me everything after pressuring him. Poor I understand her reaction. She must be hurt, after all she's had to endure. The fact that she had kept her virginity showed her honor and dignity.

I gave Mohamed a good correction for his behavior in relation to Fatima. He was very sad to see Fatima in this state, he confessed to me. I wish she was the beautiful daughter of this family. I know there is love between Mohamed and Fatima.

They would make a beautiful couple; just seeing them together makes me happy.

She will make a very good wife for the Amar family.

Mohamed's point of view

I decide to take Helene’s advice. I decide to go and apologize to her. After the good correction I had received from Hélène I decided to go see her. All along the corridor I heard a melodious voice, a golden voice, magnificent; this voice was like a guide. As if by chance this voice led me to the door of Fatima's room. I opened the door and saw Fatima sitting in front of the window singing. She had tears in her eyes.

I was there watching her sing; I didn't want to interrupt this magical moment.

At the end of this song; she wiped away her tears and turned around; as soon as she saw me; she was looking at me strangely. I approached her but she pushed me away.

-What are you doing here ? Crying

-Listen, I'm really sorry, I don't know what got hold of me

-Sorry you're sorry, you disrespected me

-I beg you, I didn't know you were a virgin

-That's all I have left as wealth and you want to steal it from me

-I will do whatever you want but please forgive me

-I would forgive you on two conditions

-All you want which ones?

-First I want you to respect me

Second I want you never to go to the office hungry

-It's as if it was done; can i give you a hug

-No

- Okay as you like

-What happened with your ear?

-It's nothing, don't worry; it does not matter

-If it is serious

-In fact I received a correction from Helene

-What's true laughing

-It makes you laugh, I love it when you laugh

-that hurts you

-I don't suffer anymore when I'm with you, you're my remedy

She didn't answer so I speak again

-You have a very beautiful voice, I love this song

-Thank you, I wrote this song

-I love you really get inspiration what this song is about

-It's the story of passionate love

-That's about our story

- From today it's both our song

She was blushing. After a few minutes I finally had his forgiveness. I was relieved. I leave the room. with a smile.

It was the first time that we had discussed so much together.

I now had to learn to control myself in front of her.